ms plath

this constant reminder (like the rectangular bubbles that pop up on your computer screen) gives me hope. that if i put Him first everything will fall in order. i can't tolerate labeling it a new year's resolution for no reason, but it is something that i strive for almost every hour.
wish me luck.
i've been keeping sylvia plath in my bedside drawer for awhile collecting microscopic filth from my room.. i didnt realize how delicious her words are:

jilted

my thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
my tears like vinegar,
or the bitter blinking yellow
of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
gossips late and soon,
And i wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny,green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

right now i'm ashamed that i swallowed up a whole redvelvet cupcake. forgive me.